Saturday, May 27, 2022 I picked up Jami from her camper in the evening. We went to Jeanette's to drop off a tire for her car and then came home.
I was worried about bringing Jami to town. Several times she has asked me to get her and then shortly after we get to my house she just disappears for a few hours.
Back up. Jami has been living in a camper near the Lewis and Clark monument for most of the last year with Mike Watson. Mike is a meth dealer/user who doesn't use or supposedly approve of opiates or needle use. By keeping Jami on meth and isolated in the forest she is unable to get opiates. When she would come here we were pretty sure it was Always just a way to get away from Mike and get drugs. Rizzo, David Lemmons, was suspected of being the one who helped her. Rizz and Mike (and others) have been "in love" with Jami for years and would do anything to be with her. Mike snapped her up the day Kirk was arrested last August. Before that, whenever Kirk couldn't get opiates Jami would pick a fight and then disappear. Rizz was top suspect back then, too.
I talked to Rizz a couple of months ago and he admitted that he had picked her up several times the last year and got her high. He apologized but didn't/couldn't promise he never would again.
Back to This time. When I picked Jami up I brought up those oast visits and she said that opiates were no longer a problem. That she could even be around them and not be tempted. Of course we didn't believe that so we were trying to watch her. Reminded her how Kirk had died April 4th.
Jami was in the basement doing laundry and I went to check and she was gone. I sent her a text saying this looked suspicious and was surprised she even responded. She texted that she had just run to the store. I could tell she was high. But I stupidly thought she had done it, survived, would go to bed. We had made the living room futon into a bed for her and she was in there talking to Kira so I went to bed.
I was just falling asleep when I heard pounding on the front door. It was Rizzo yelling where was the Narcan.
I gave him the Narcan and ran out front where Jami was laying in the open driver's side of my van. I asked Rizz if we needed to call 911 and he said Not Yet. I got to Jami and felt her neck. She was stiff and had no pulse. I screamed "I'm calling 911!" but then my phone wouldn't dial. I ran in the house screaming for Jazz to call 911. She came out immediately and dialed 911 and handed me her phone. Rizz had used the Narcan and she still wasn't breathing. I started CPR as I was waiting for 911 to answer. Rizz asked if he could run and I said Yes. 911 answered and got the address and started coaching me thru CPR. I'm pumping while they were counting out the rhythm and I'm screaming HELP ME SOMEONE HELP ME. It was probably only a few minutes until I started seeing flashing lights but felt like forever. Jeremy took over compressions as the police were running up to us and I continued counting the rhythm for him. The EMTs came and took over. While I was pumping Rizz and then Jeremy would try blowing in her mouth. NO RESPONSE. We got out of the way so they could work on her. I just remember sitting on the steps howling in pain. An officer started asking me questions that I answered the best I could while trying to see what was going on. Suddenly they had her standing, she was alive!! Two EMTs rolled a gurney up and they loaded her on it. Alive.
Then I could pay attention to the police. I gave them permission to search my van. They asked Who knocked on the door. I didn't tell them his name. They asked which way he went and I told them I wasn't sure because I wasn't. I just knew that this really wasn't his fault. Jami can call him and he will always show up because he wants her more than anything in the world. He still does opiates but stopped shooting them a long time ago. They found 3 syringes in Jami's purse. Either she brought them or asked him to.
I told the police her history, my history, of trying to save her. I begged them to check for warrants, anything to detain her. The officer said he would, for me to meet with them at the hospital.
We went to UNMC er. There was confusion when I got there because she had given a false name. There were No Police there. They either left right away or never went there.
I finally was allowed back to see her and the bed in her room was empty. I was sure she had run like last time but they said she was making a phone call. I told them she would run and they said that she couldn't, that the area was sealed even though I know it isn't. You could get into the hospital from the ER. Jami returned to her room. I was clearly in a state of shock, couldn't even deal with anything but I tried to talk to Jami. She was trying to blame Rizz and denied she used a needle. I asked her if she was through living, just didn't care if she died and she said No. She did finally explain her problem, her addiction the best she could and I believe it was honest. She described how the craving would build up inside her until it was all that mattered. I think that is true for all of them. The risk of death becomes obscure in the NEED. She can't promise it won't happen again and she didn't try to.
The doctor came in and did a slight exam. He wanted exrays of her chest to check for broken ribs from the CPR. I appealed to him for help. He said there wasn't a social worker on Saturdays. That there was nothing they could do to detain her or help her further. That she would be released to to home. They got an xray and just let her go.
I brought her home. Asked her to lay down and I fell asleep around 6 am. I woke at 7 and it all REALLY hit me. I wanted to be close with her, wanted to go lay beside her and just listen to her breathe. She wasn't on the futon. A panicked search and I found her in the basement doing her laundry. I laid down to wait for her to come up and fell asleep again. I woke at 10 and she was gone. I searched but she wasn't here and her bag was gone. Everything was crashing down on me. I couldnt take it. Couldn't deal with it. I went to bed and slept the rest of the day and through the night.